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Old Blue Chair

“There’s a blue rocking chairSittin in the sandWeathered by the storms and well oiled handsIt sways back and forth with the help of the winds,Seems to always be there,like an old trusted friend

I’ve read a lot of books,Wrote a few songsLooked at my life where it’s goin, where it’s goneI’ve seen the world through a bus windshield, but nothing comparesTo the way that I see it,to the way that I see it,to the way that I see it when I sit in that old blue chair

From that chair I’ve caught a few fish and some rays And I’ve watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon bayI let go of a lover that took a piece of my heartI prayed many times for forgiveness and a brand new start

I’ve read a lot of books, Wrote a few songs Looked at my life where it’s goin,where it’s goneI’ve seen the world through a bus windeshield, but nothing comparesTo the way that I see it, to the way that I see it,to the way that I see it when I sit inthat old blue chair

That chair was my bed one New Year’s Night When i passed out from too much malibu and Diet And woke up to a hundred mesquito bites, I swear got ‘em all sittin right there In that old blue chair

There’s a blue rockin chair Sittin’ in the sandWeathered by the storms and well oiled handst”